Some friends have asked me to post 10 or so quirks or idiosyncrasies of mine on my blog. I have to ask, what are quirks really? What I might call a quirk could be something perfectly normal to another. Alas, your wish is my command.

- I talk to my cat.

- My heroes are men like Burt Ruton and Richard Branson.

- My brain is one big carnival, so I spend a lot of time there. If I'm not frolicking through a vast fantasy land, I'm musing over a thousand different subjects.

- I am fascinated by subjects like "collective unconscious," "lucid dreaming" and "cosmic religious feeling."

- I hate the movie "Dirty Dancing."

- I'm addicted to popular science. I'm an avid reader of any magazine, forum or blog that will spoonfeed me news of breakthrough technologies allowing me to look forward to a realistic future world that is currently the sole domain of science fiction. For example, I eagerly await the day I can book a flight on Spaceship Two to a hotel off of Earth's orbit or fly a cherry red Moller skycar on NASA's Skyway to have dinner in Portland if I wanted.

- I am the type of geek who got very exited when Google hired Vint Cerf as chief "internet evangelist". Whatever that means.

- Peanut Butter and pickles makes for an excellent sandwich.

- I like to buy a lot of red wine, not only because I like the taste, but because I appreciate the label.

- restaurants are assessed by the spiciness of their buffalo sauce. On that note, KFC is a fine establishment and the Outback is a dump.